"Master misunderstood the young master." Dongmei raised her head and said softly with her eyes, "Young master asked the slave to bring the message, and Rong Yingying let the master dispose of him, and he will never intervene! The young master said that anyone who hurts the master, even his own." Brothers and brothers, he will also break them with his own hands!"
Dongfang Jing was very surprised by Rong Yin's attitude.
"The servant came here because the young master asked the servant to remind the master..." Dongmei's eyes flickered, "The young master watched Rong Yingying grow up. The young master knows how much she weighs. She framed the master this time." The method somewhat exceeded the young master's expectation, the master should pay more attention to the person behind her."
"I see." Dongfang Jing glanced at her with satisfaction, "Dongmei, these days, follow Luqiao."
"Yes." Dongmei nodded in agreement without asking anything.
Dongfang Jing just smiled and said nothing. She likes such a servant who knows everything. Luqiao is about to get married, and there is always a need to cultivate a new person by her side. Since Dongmei belongs to Brother Rong, she is naturally trustworthy.
Back to the banquet.
Zongzheng Fusu was still sitting on the stand, not saying a word, as if everything that happened just now had nothing to do with him.
Dongfang Jing took a seat beside him, and said politely, "Thanks to my husband for his words of help, Wan Yun is extremely grateful."
"This king is just suppressing Yu Chimo, and has no intention of helping you." Zongzheng Fusu's voice was cold.
Dongfang Jing didn't say anything again, she wouldn't say it a second time to be polite.
Back Mountain Thatched Cottage.
In early spring, Ningguo was still a bit cold, and in the back mountains, the north wind was even more rustling. Inside the huge thatched hut, the furnishings are simple. There is only a dilapidated long wooden table in the center of the room. On the table are pens, inks, papers and inkstones. A woman with a desolate back is writing with a pen—forbearance!
Zhongli Yuyan was dressed as a village woman, but it was hard to hide the nobility on her brows. She was punished to keep mourning for her mother for three years, and she has been trapped here for several months! She has done all the hard work and chores, and she is no longer the arrogant and arrogant young lady of Xiangfu!
"Miss, that person is here." Jade said beside her.
"Let her in." Zhongliyu Yan didn't raise her head.
Ke'er took off her bamboo hat after entering the room. She glanced at the woman in front of her, hesitated to speak, "Miss, this... this time..."
"This operation failed." Zhongli Yuyan continued for her.
"Miss, how do you know..." Ke'er looked at Zhongli Yuyan in surprise. Although she was Rong Yingying's servant girl, as soon as the third lady came back, she knew that Rong Yingying could not be trusted. A good bird chooses a tree to live in, and she picks and chooses the entire prime minister's mansion. Except for Zhongli Yuyan, who has the status of the eldest daughter, she can't pick anyone else, let alone Zhongli Yuyan who found her first!
"I can't understand Zhongli Wanyun's intelligence very well. My mother fought her to the end, leaving nothing but bones, while I have to guard this dilapidated thatched hut for three full years. With a heartless Rong Ying Ying, why fight her?!" Zhong Liyuyan twitched the corners of her mouth.
Ke'er was slightly taken aback, and then told all about the situation tonight.
"So, Rong Yingying has completely broken with Zhongli Wanyun?" Zhongli Yuyan put down the brush in her hand, raised her head, a gleam of light flashed in her beautiful phoenix eyes, and it was fleeting.
"right."
"Then..." Zhongli Yuyan's voice paused, "My early days are finally, finally, here."
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